Limited to 500 words. It was the third year after Yi Lan died in the world. The carriage and the people in it were walking slowly on the deep mountain road with a cheerful but faintly bitter singing voice. In the past three years, the people in the car have walked almost every place that the man has walked, followed every step of his footsteps, and walked step by step, hoping that the man would come to him in his dreams. Unfortunately, this wish is often unavailable. I really don't understand, could it be that that person's soul has gone nowhere, or that he left without any nostalgia? Bai Yutang smiled bitterly, and the song suddenly became a little more somber.
"Master!" The driver outside the car whispered with some distress as he listened to the singing. At some point, his arrogant and arrogant young master began to suffer from unexplained wounds. Although he was free and easy at heart, he was no longer free and easy.
After hearing the call, Bai Yutang stopped singing and just sighed: "Bai Fu, don't worry about me. I'm not a woman, so I won't do anything. As for the rest, I'm willing to do it."
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